The Truth About Lennon

“You know what would make it even better?” I whisper.

Running his nose up the length of my neck, Noah makes a sound of appreciation. “Hmmm. What’s that?”

“If we did more than kissing and rubbing.”

He needs no further encouragement, thank God. Noah wraps a hand in my hair, pulls my head down until our mouths meet, and devours me. My mouth opens in a sigh, and when he takes advantage, shoving his tongue inside, I flex my hips, rubbing myself against him. And, oh shit, he’s hard. So hard and so dangerous because I’ve never wanted a man the way I want Noah. No man has ever set my body on fire with a single look or touch the way he does, or made my soul yearn for so much.

With one hand wrapped around my hip, Noah guides me over his denim-covered shaft, and I nearly cry out when his zipper hits my clit. In a matter of minutes, my body goes weak, my knees limp, and I moan into his mouth.

Noah pulls back, but I can’t get my eyes to open. My lids are too heavy, my breathing ragged as my hips find the perfect rhythm.

“Look at me.” Noah’s voice is gruff, and when I peel my eyes open, he slides a hand up my thigh and under my skirt until his fingers find the edge of my panties. “Tell me you want this.”

“So much.” No idea how I found the words because I can barely breathe and when his fingers find the same sensitive spot his zipper had discovered, all the air is sucked from my lungs.

My eyes flutter closed as he rubs, exploring every intimate part of me. “My pretty girl,” Noah says, trailing his mouth up my neck. “I want to see you let go, want to watch your face when you come for me. I want every fucking part of you, Lennon, right here.”

I nod, my head buried against his neck. What is it about a man with a dirty mouth that is so fucking sexy?

His words are hot against my skin, pushing me further and further toward the edge. His fingers slide in and out of me as my hips rock back and forth, searching for release.

I’m fucking Noah’s hand on the bleachers at a football field, completely out in the open where anyone could drive by or walk up and see, and I don’t even care. I don’t care because all I can focus on is the intense pulse between my legs. It’s getting stronger with each passing second, and when Noah curls a finger deep inside of me, I cry out.

“Noah.”

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes, rubbing me faster. I have no idea why, but the way he calls me baby tugs at something deep inside of me, and I arch back.

“Fuck.” A growl rumbles deep in Noah’s chest as his clever fingers play me like a goddamn piano, with such precision you’d swear he’s been practicing his entire life for this moment. “Look at you.” Leaning forward, he sucks on the skin above my breast. “I can’t even begin describe how sexy you look riding my fingers.”

This time his words shove me over the cliff, and my body explodes into a million tiny pieces that fly into the air in rainbow of colors before slowly floating back to Earth. I search for them, trying to put myself back together as best I can, but I have the distinct feeling that after tonight with Noah, I’ll never be quite the same.

“Lennon.”

“Hmmm.” I melt into Noah, my body completely relaxed.

“Lennon.” He repeats my name, softer this time, and when I finally surface, he kisses me softly. “There she is,” he says, running his fingers along my cheek.

I smile lazily, nuzzling Noah’s neck. “As much as I want you to take me under the bleachers, I’d much rather go back to your place.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Lennon.” Noah’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel, his voice a warning, but his eyes give him away. He wants this just as much as I do.

Popping the button on his jeans, I lower the zipper, but when I reach for Noah’s cock, he stops me with his hand on mine.

“I’m serious.” His eyes are intense as they flick between me and the road. “I’m barely hanging on here, and when I lose myself, I want to do it buried deep inside that pussy.” Reaching across the seat, Noah palms me, caressing my still-sensitive clit.

Pulling myself back out of his lap, I flop against my seat. “Hurry.”

“I should make you wait for being so damn impatient. Lucky for you, I’m impatient as well.” Whipping the car into the driveway, Noah parks and jogs to the passenger side. He helps me out, laces his fingers through mine, and all but drags me toward his front door.

“Want to look at the stars?” I tease.

Noah stops, turns, and the next thing I know, I’m ass over head as he flings me across his shoulder. His hand slips under my skirt, palming my ass. “I don’t want to look at stars,” he says. “I want to make you see them.”

My breath quickens, because I want that too. In three long strides, we’re plowing through the front door. Releasing his hold, Noah lets me down gently, my body sliding against the front of him, and then he’s crowding me against the door.

“I want to go slow, kiss every inch of this body.” His hands roam, gliding over my hips before cupping my breasts. “I want to suck on these fantastic fucking tits.”